rocket boy

I don't know if I'm unusually connected to music, or what. But, each day I awaken with a different song in my head. So, one of my first tasks of the day is to try to sort out the significance, if any, of my brain's daily song selection.
Sometimes I think it's a message from my subconscious. You know, a lingering dream reference or an insight into my deepest mental state on this day on my path to self-realization. Sometimes I take it as a portent to the particular way my day will unfold.
I'm partial to singer/songwriters, or to indie bands with soft voices and jangly guitars. So, It's not unusual for me to wake up to an echo of Bob Dylan, Warren Zevon, Dan Bern, Jackson Browne, Iron and Wine, Wilco, the Shins, or Death Cab.
So, today when I woke up with Liz Phair's Rocket Boy in my head, it was like, "What the hell?" Rocket boy. Grinding, fuzzy lead guitar, rocking riffs, wailing, silly chorus: "Rocket boy, rocket boy! When are you gonna land?"
Oh, I get it. There IS a PRETTY OBVIOUS metaphor. Oops. I'll sign off now.